The Initiation Process

The Initiation Process

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

An experienced dominant with an inexperienced but enthusiastic energetic submissive. This is the initiation process that is more extreme than most.

Summary

An experienced dominant with an inexperienced but enthusiastic energetic submissive. This is the initiation process that is more extreme than most.

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Submitted: September 28, 2015

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Submitted: September 28, 2015

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It was strange but I wasn't spiritual and I rarely partook in any sort of ritual however when she approached me. I had to create some form of initiation process to make sure that she was the right girl. I was dominant by nature and I always sought out girls with a natural submissive streak. A desire to please and who genuinely enjoyed being controlled, teased and toyed with. I had to make sure that this submissive streak was bona fide, far too often girls claimed to be submissive but in fact, purely desired being wanted, not being controlled.

She was stood in front of me. We'd be in contact for a long time but this was the first time in the flesh and I knew that she was eager and excited, it was etched all over her face. She couldn't conceal it even if she wanted to but she was in the dark. I hadn't told her that this was an initiation process but she had a general idea of why we had decided to meet and she was the first to break the silence. 

“Please sir, give this to me. I deserve it, I've been such a naughty girl” She moaned at me, not even looking at me as she said it. I could tell that she didn't deem herself worthy of looking at me but I reassured her. I gently stroked her arm and I saw the flicker of a smile on her face. 

As she became more and more comfortable in my company, I knew at that moment that she wanted me to treat her like the naughty girl that she was and I was more than happy to oblige. “Okay. I'll give you what you want. Strip.” I said with real authority and with the confidence that I knew that she would do exactly what I asked without even the slightest hesitation. 

I sat on the bed with my hands resting on each other. It was allowing me to give her my full attention. She was craving it, I could see the desperation for attention in her eyes but if her aim was to seduce me then she was going to be bitterly disappointed. I watched as she positioned herself directly in front of me, making sure that I couldn't keep my eyes off of her and she was within touching distance but I remained disciplined and vigilant. 

She slowly bent down, running her hands up and down her legs over her stockings before eventually she unlatched them. As she was about to pull them down, I reached out and grabbed her arm, gesturing for her to leave them partially on. She looked confused but did exactly what she was told. I could tell that she tried to tease me as she turned her back to me and began to slowly but carefully unlace her corset and allowed it to gently flow to the floor before turning and facing me.  

I appreciated the confidence that she had demonstrated as she revealed herself to me, she was half-naked and I decided that I would reward her efforts and show my appreciation. My long slender forefinger reached out and beckoned her towards me. She looked mesmerised as she began to slowly walk towards me. I continued to stare deep into her eyes and she appeared to be lost in them and overwhelmed by the situation.  

I was an opportunist. I took her by surprise, firmly grabbing her wrists and flinging her onto the bed like a rag doll. She looked shocked but the look in her eyes were ones of pleasure. I was now stood over the bed, I was an imposing presence but there were excitement and eager anticipation facial expressions that were so easy to read. 

I remained standing with purpose and confidence that was cutting through the tension in the air and making her feel even more at ease than she already appeared. She crawled towards me on the bed, on all fours but I demonstrated my strength once again as I completely flipped her over onto her back, dragging her towards the end of the bed by her ankles. 

“I hope you don't like these stockings too much” I snarled with a mischievous tone. She laid back but she didn't have to watch, the sound of the nylon ripping where I forced a large hole for both my hands were all I needed and I didn't care that I had ruined the stockings. I wasn't stopping, though, “Oh you are a naughty girl! You are already so wet, you want sir badly, don't you?”. I said with a hint of pride in my voice. I could've waited for the recognition but I didn't wait for her response. 

I threw the long pieces of nylon over your head and wasted no time also ripping off her panties and throwing them behind myself. My focus was now on what was directly in front of me. She teasingly kept her legs closed but I could tell that she wanted this. One disapproving look and she instantly was put in her place as she flung her legs as wide apart as she could and I watched as she ran her hands down her body so that she could spread her lips for me but I batted them away. I was completely in control now and anything that was to happen would be because I wanted it to. 

I knew that she was expecting the typically prolonged foreplay and that I would ease my way inside. Quite the opposite, I wasted no time as I roughly pulled the lips apart with one hand and plunged three fingers deep inside of her, not quite up to the knuckle but it had the desired effect as her back began to arch and she gasped. “Oh wow. Look at your pussy, look how wide it’s stretching out for me”. I said teasingly, I knew that I was toying with her with this dialogue. 

As she rested down, I began to speak again. “That’s three fingers I have deep inside of your tight little wet pussy now”. I put emphasis on every word as I continued, pushing my fingers further inside. I could feel the warmth overwhelming my fingers but I remained disciplined and continued to talk despite my ears  being barraged by her moans. I continued “Oh all the way up to the knuckles, how does that feel, you naughty little girl?’ I barked as I could feel some of her cum already running down my fingers but I waited this time for a response. 

“Sir, more, I NEED more. Put another finger in me, please. I can take it, I want to see how much of your hand I can take” She begged in a hurried fashion. Each word was muttered in between intense panting and intense moans as my fingers continued to manoeuvre inside of her. Even the slightest of movement inside of her was causing her muscles to contract and her back begin to arch as she clawed at the covers for respite but she would get her wish.

I rested my fingers inside of her allowing her to catch her breath for a moment before I added an extra finger causing a sharp intake of breath but she was taken by surprise as I squeezed my thumb inside as well. My entire fist was now inside of her and the slightest twitch of the muscles in my hands were pushing her to the verge of orgasm. I rested my fist inside her and I could hear her catching her breath before simply asking her, “Do you like it when I fist your pussy?'”. My fist remained inside of her but I patiently waited once again for her to reply. 

“Thank you, Sir. you’re the first one to fist me as you can tell. The first to take control over me. The first to give me so much pleasure… please… I NEED MORE” She screamed.

I didn't respond to her demands, I merely smiled to myself as I reflected and looked deep into her eyes. I could see the sweat dripping down from her forehead as she tried to cope with the intense relentless pleasure that she couldn't get away from. I finally broke eye contact and the silence, “After all the times you fooled around with those silly boys before me. Now look at my naughty little girl”. I said with a proud undertone before continuing “You’re taking my whole hand up your pussy but you’re still so, so tight”. I said with a wide open smirk on my face. 

As she opened her mouth to respond, I didn't even wait to hear what she said, instead I took my entire fist out of her. I kept my fist clenched and allowed her to look at her own cum that was causing my hand to glisten under the light. I could feel the warm liquid running down my hand between my fingers and eventually onto her stomach but she soon realised that the only reason why I had taken it out was to show her what I could to her so easily. 

I waited for moments, I could see the gaping hole that I had created was expanding and contracting but rather than just admire it, I plunged my fist back in there. This time pushing as deep as I could until my fist was lost inside her. As I felt the warmth and the pulsation as her muscles contracted to deal with my fist, I listened to her screams as they filled my ears and she seemed almost winded as I had taken her from a moment of comfort to extreme pleasure. She was now in the agonising situation of being desperate to squirm and to move to get some form of handle on the situation but every move she made, I slowly twisted my fist making sure to remind her of my presence inside of her.  

“Please, don't stop. Please. I deserve this”. All I could hear was her moaning about how badly she deserved this and with that in mind, I stepped it up a level once again. I could see all the signs of her edging towards an orgasm, her pupils began to dilate and her fingernails had begun to dig in and claw at my forearms. I could see the bright red scratch marks appear on my arm but it drove me on and I took energy from the pain as my fist continued to pound the sensitive pink flesh below. Each thrust of the arm was met by a moan and a cry of pleasure and pain in abundance. I could see her back arch more and more with every thrust and as we reached the level where she could orgasm at any moment but I stopped, before deciding to fully retract my fist from inside her. 

“You're only allowed to cum when I say that you can”. The smirk on my face had turned from one of profoundness to one of pure evil. As she heard them words, I could see the true anguish and excitement on her face as the urge to cum continued to build within her without any stimulation. I could see that her clit had swollen up and was throbbing and I decided to play an even more excruciatingly game. 

“Look it'll feel better, I'm only using one finger”. I said, attempting to hide the pure enjoyment that I had out of controlling her. What she hadn't realised was with my experience and a swollen throbbing clit to work with, I could push her to the verge of orgasm without even needing to be in her pussy. As I massaged her clit, I saw the realisation on her face and her back instantly arch, I placed my hand underneath it to ensure that she didn't injure myself but it also meant that the sensation continued even when her limbs became limp. 

“Oh, do you like when I run my fingers over your sensitive throbbing clit like this?” I barked as I slowly ran my finger over her throbbing clit. Each unpredictable jerk-like movement was causing her to squirm as I had her under my thumb. I was using two fingers to massage her clit and I could feel my fingers getting wetter as she continued to hold in her orgasm but even so naturally cum was dripping out of her. 

I picked it up on my fingers and showed her, “Oh you are a naughty girl. Look how wet you are, particularly when I do this”. I had spent the time working out the most sensitive spots and attacked them all at once using my fingers and I also flicked my tongue against her swollen clit. She howled as I took her by surprise and also the intense pleasurable feeling that had returned. This was the most severe yet as her back arched as far as her body could contort, it demonstrated her flexibility but that didn't stop me. 

Instead, I made the pleasure even more intense as I pinched her swollen clit between my fingers and exerted more and more pressure. I could now feel her trembling beneath me as adrenaline coursed through her veins. She was so close to orgasming now, her moans were higher pitched and I could feel the desperation escaping through every spore. She needed to release as her breathing continued to become shallower and quicker. “Please, please let me cum. Please, Sir, I need this” There was now a distinctive tone of desperation and it was eating away at me. I deliberated in my mind for several moments before making my decision. 

“No, you've been a naughty little girl who needs to be taught a lesson. Do not cum”. I said assertively as I released the grasp of her clit and completely broke off all physical contact with her. We had already reached a stage where she wouldn't be able to not orgasm, it was just a matter of time before she gave into the temptation and the greed of the sensation of orgasming.

“Please, Sir. PLEASE. I can't last much longer, I physically can't”. She moaned at me, she'd now lifted her head and was staring deep into my eyes. Her pupils had dilated which was a sign of her being in an orgasmic state, there were beads of sweat running down her. I also noticed the red rash on her chest which all told how she was on the verge of orgasm but I kept my discipline and composure. I felt like I could feel and see her pussy pulsating and throbbing, tingling as she had conceded all self-control to me and now had the almost impossible irreversible task of regaining it.
 
I couldn't hide the glee and the delight to have her in a such a state. “I want to hear your moans continue to ring my ears, the look in your eye was one of lust but now it's just desperation. I can see that your energy and enthusiasm to be compliant is still there though. That should be rewarded”. I declared and I watched and waited for her reaction as the look on her face became one of relief. The physical strain of resisting the enormous temptation to orgasm was still having it's toll but we were closing towards the end of this process. 

She didn't even have the energy to speak so I gave her what she wanted. “You can cum now. But every thought, every reflex of your muscles contracting, every drop of cum that escapes you. It is my creation, you are MY Submissive”. I could see that she had done well but I was never going to tell her that. Instead, I stood up and loomed over her to watch as she orgasmed. The fact that she didn't even need any more physical contact to release the cum showed how well I had dominated her. 

What I didn't expect was to watch her pull her lips apart and begin to squirt the cum out. It was beautiful to watch and I admired it like an artist admired their masterpiece as the cum squirted out of her. If I had allowed her to orgasm when she first felt the need to then she may have squirted but only a couple of times. Instead, there was cum falling out of her and there was now a puddle developing in front of us both. It was almost mesmerising to watch and finally, my submissive had succumbed to my demands and standards. The evening and process for us both was now over.


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